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Mar 2014
i feel his weight over me
heavy
smothering

his hands roaming
moving
smoke in his hair
kissing my neck

i think of you

see him smiling
drunk
across the room
reddened eyes
watching
waiting for me

i think of you

his hands
holding my wrist
tightly
wanting
whispered slurs
'just one night'
he says

i think of you
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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